It's Just A Game [Dan and Phil]

Chapter 4

The computer screen was the only source of light in a room filled with darkness not only physically but mentally. Neither Dan nor Phil had ever been so terrified. Paris, however, had felt this feeling many times.
"What do we do?" She asked, leaning against the wall and shutting her eyes.
Dan nudged Phil, expecting him now to solve this.
But nothing came out of his mouth except a sigh. Defeated, he finally admitted, "I...don't know." His voice breaking slightly.
Dan looked over at his best friend and rested his hand on his shoulder. He could feel his heart beating ten times faster than he ever imagined it could. As he lifted his hand from Phil, there was a banging on the door. Paris screamed and Phil jumped. Dan just looked sadly at the office door.
We are going to die.
He knew exactly what was to become of them and he didn't care at this point. He walked up to the door and pressed his face against it. He heard a horrible sound that sent shivers down his spine. Something like claws scratching the wooden door and metal pounding on the wooden floor. Dan began to tremble and this alerted the attention of his roommate who immediately shot up off of the floor and bounded over to him.
"Dan?" Phil squeaked. "W-what is it?"
"It's nothing, Phil. Keep away."
"No! What if something happens, Dan?You'll most likely get hurt."
"And? I don't care about me, I only want you two to stay safe."
"But-"
"There are no 'but's, Phil." Dan asserted and clenched quaking fists. "Get. Away. From the door."
Phil slowly recoiled from his friend in silence. His eyes were suddenly wet.
"Please be careful, Dan." He whispered before sinking back down onto the carpet.
Paris watched all of this somberly while thinking of all of their videos. Never had she ever imagined that either of them could be so sad...so scared. She never understood why people did the things they did. Why she had to turn out the way she did. But the thing on her mind now was this: I can endure such pain...but why do my friends have to?
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Almost half an hour went by of just scratching and pounding, and more scratching and more pounding. Dan stood guard the entire time, and whenever his companions would offer to help, he would scream at them and send them away to the far side of the room.
"Dan...?" Paris eventually asked.
"Yes?"
"The noise...it's stopped."
Phil perked up and Dan spun around again, listening intently. She was right. The noise had stopped. This should have calmed the trio down, but this did the absolute opposite. They became more restless than ever and now they just sat waiting. Waiting for something. Waiting for something that they didn't know. Waiting for death, as it would seem.
"Is it still there?" Phil asked, turning on his phone flashlight.
Dan shrugged and cracked the door open slightly.
"OMIGOD ARE YOU CRAZY?!" Paris whisper-yelled at the 24-year-old, then slapped her own hand over her mouth followed by Phil's.
As Dan peered into the dark and seemingly empty hallway, the message on the computer screen changed again.
Left, right, left, right.
They stared blankly in confusion at the PC. Before a second could pass, the trio heard frantic footsteps and the door swung open. It made a loud booming sound as it hit the wall. Paris and Phil tried to make out what on earth the message could mean, but Dan was watching it unfold before his eyes.
He stood frozen in fear as Foxy the Pirate darted up the stairs and bounded toward them. Before Dan could move a muscle, Paris jumped in front of him and shut the door so hard that the wall cracked. The crack made a beeline to the ceiling and small cement chunks rained down on them. Dan finally came to his senses and snapped back into reality as Phil rushed forward to help Paris keep the door shut tight. They couldn't keep it like this forever, though, and they knew it. 

They could feel their bodies getting weaker and weaker, until Dan's fingers finally slipped. He and his two companions were catapulted forward, directly into crazed demonic animatronic eyes.